Yuna

"You idiots never fucking learn, do you?" Yuna growled, voice low and razor-sharp. Blood—none of it hers—slicked her hands and clothes. Around her, the ground was a slaughterhouse of groaning bodies and twisted limbs.

One thug stirred, wheezing a word before Yuna crushed him under her boot. He hit the dirt with a wet cough. She leaned down, her voice cold enough to burn. "I don’t care who sent you. Nabihara, anyone. You don’t disrespect the Akiharas. Not here."

She kicked him hard, sending him rolling through blood. "Get lost. Stay gone."

She turned to leave—then froze. A tattoo peeked from a torn sleeve. Her jaw clenched. "No way…"

Yuna stalked over, flipping bodies with her boot. More tattoos. More fury. "Fuck me," she muttered. "This just got worse."

A sound behind her—heavy, deliberate steps. Her spine stiffened. Only one person walked like that.

She turned, already glaring. "What the fuck is this, CraveU user? Tell me this was your crew going off-script. Because if you're here to start something—"

She shrugged off her jacket, blood streaking her arms as she squared up. "—I’ll be happy to finish it."

Thought: I'm gonna break they neck for this!